My school years

I sit I a small room and I write. I write about things I believe in or about things that go through my head. You never know what to expect with me. I always been like this. Since I was a little girl I liked to do small rebellious things. When I was in primary school and my teacher was giving us a dictation I used not to write was she was telling us, I was writing the same things she said but with other words. If you ask me now why I did that, well, I did that because it seemed like how I wrote was better than what she was saying. I remember one day she took my notebook and she saw that what I was writing was different, I don’t remember her reaction though. In middle school I went through a phase where I wanted to do things perfect and become a perfect person. Big mistake. I laugh when I remember how I was then, but these are the kind of memories I have. In high-school I was more quiet, I was at a different school and I didn’t know what to expect. I had new colleagues and different teachers. I didn’t like high-school . I thought it was like a nest full of snakes, you never knew who or when will it attack. Even if I felt that, I made a few friends that I will cherish for life. I miss high-school. I miss the Mathematics class, the Literature class, the Chemistry class and the Physics class.  If  I could go back to high-school I would definitely pay more attention at those classes. I am now at college, and so far I enjoy it. I like the fact that I am respected and I also like that my opinion matters. I now get to use what I learned during my school years, and I like that. 

                                                                                                Life is love.